“Do you still?”
I took another sip of my drink before answering with the absolute truth of the matter.“Funny thing about love, it’s more fragile than people realize.While it can be strong enough to get you through almost anything, it can also disappear just like that.”I snapped my fingers for emphasis.“And catching your boyfriend cheating on you is one of the ways that can make it disappear so easily.”
“I can see how that might happen,” he remarked evenly, though not like he was rubbing it in.
“So, what are you doing here?”I asked again.
“I was hosting Elvis Boroko,” he answered as he shrugged.“He found himself some better entertainment, and I was just about to leave when I saw you walk in.”
After a few seconds, I addressed the elephant in the room.“Are you still mad at me about this morning?”
“Are you done taking your anger out on your co-workers?”he countered.
“I wasn’t,” I argued.“It was only you.”
“Tell me more, and then we’ll forget that this morning ever happened,” he offered.“Of course, I still want to see the data on your research, but we can schedule that for another time.”
That had me scowling again.“Tell you more about what?”
“About what you’ve been denying yourself,” he answered, and talk about swimming with the sharks.
This was such a bad idea.
“Why do you want to know?”I asked as my heart began to pitter-patter a bit.
“Why do you think?”he shot back, not afraid to put it all out there, and it was hard not to admire his relentless drive when he saw something that he wanted, no matter how immoral.
"Well, I can tell you that I’m not confident enough to go into the fourth room, and I can tell you that I like to participate, so I’m not sure about the second room, and I can say that jealousy would be a problem for me in the third room,” I told him truthfully.“So, that leaves the first room.”
His green eyes flared, and I’d never had a man look at me like that.“You want to be degraded.”
I nodded, refusing to be ashamed or embarrassed for what turned me on.“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”he asked, his voice darker and deeper than before.
“Because, even though I don’t mean to, I spend most of my day emasculating men with my intelligence,” I answered, letting the rawness shine through.“My brain works in a way that intimidates most people, and it gets tiresome.Being strong and in charge gets tiresome, Mr.Gray.”
“I think it’s safe to say that you can call me Sullivan at this point,” he said, and with those words, it was clear that we were going to cross a line that should never be crossed when you had two powerful dynamics like this.
Still...
“Now, while it might be near impossible for me to ever find a man that’s smarter than I am, I’ll settle for one that’s stronger than me,” I went on, trying not to cringe at how weak I might sound.“In short, I want a man that is confident enough to put me in my place.I also want a man that can show me that there’s more to me than my intelligence.I’ve lived my entire life in the academic spotlight, and I’d just like to experience a night where a man is more impressed with my body than he is with my mind.”
“You want to be treated like a sex object,” he surmised.
“Not for nothing, but I’m already treated like one by just being female,” I pointed out.“I want to be treated like a slut, Sullivan.I want to be fucked like a whore.I want to be taken like the only thing that I have going for me is my body.I want to feel desired.I want to feel feminine.I want someone that can make me go out of my mind with need, leaving no room in my brain for anything else.”
After a few seconds of digesting what I’d just told him, he said, “You know, the right man can make you feel desired and feminine without spitting on your face or slapping you.”
“True,” I conceded.“However, I’m not here looking for the right man.I’m here looking to forget that I wastedyearson a cheating dirtbag.”
“So, this is a one-time thing?”
“Depends,” I replied haughtily.“If it ends up being everything that I hope for, it might just become a regular thing.If it turns out to miss the mark, then I’ll move on and try something else.”
“Where do you draw the line?”he asked as he stepped closer to me, invading my space, my drink all but forgotten.
“What...what do you mean?”
